Wednesday, March 31, 2004

time is a healer

he is, she realises wryly, rather like a flower: one that believes its brightness to be dependent on the sun, and then sees, surprised in the falling darkness - desolation unfolding into delight - a colour and a beauty all its own.
her secret fears were unfounded.
her glow, it seems, was not reflected glory after all.

7 comments:

I LOVE this picture, Lynn...and the words, as well. Yes, time does heal, doesn't it? That's a line I've reminded myself of many times in the last few days. And not even just about myself...but wishing it for others, as well. Sweet photo of you and your son, too.

second visit lynni couldn't imagine a morningas bad as this morning...now i visited your place, admired your imagery and words i understand that the 'surface-things' haven't the right to ruin ones' dayseeya in some days!(go for a ride in the snow)